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a mouthful of napalm, an eyeful of black, the age of unlight´s drawing near
a tongueful of wormwords, an earful of death, the season of the scythe is here
a handful of nothing, a heartful of holes, these are the rhymes no one should hear

here we are, declaring darkness with heart and hand
here we die, among the words of ashes and ends

a songful of sickness, a verseful of pain, the time of necrofever´s near

I hate this world before me,
sailing in sincerity,
forged in the flames of infinity,
I'm dead but still full of...
you dance through my spheres
and leave with a dead soul in the end,
is this the way life was meant, torture, despair, my descent?
my fears were born in your winterland

a limitation to utilization...my vanish
is desenvatet by semblance...of banish
struggle for fatal strength shall rise
my vanity is just usurpation through violation
concealed to descent
it´s my time to fly through born horizons
bells chime
born in flesh

i walk on ways of sadness
to see the frustration of truth
hope that it will be endless
to see that i am real
you say i´m a sacred one
one to devastate
my soul will bleed afresh
my echo is one of few

a handful of bloodrhymes and a dozen dead tongues, now this is how far we can get
a mouthful of napalm and a dozen dead songs, now this is how far things can get
call it a day and hope for decay

pure deathaddiction all thru my head

a headful of hearselights and a dozen dead lies, now this is how far we can get
a heartful of nothing and a dozen dead cries, now this is how far things can get

Back down for another electric funeral
On acidwords and neonbones I ride
A zeronaut without hand or heart
Yet I kept these words inside

Once in a while you'd better listen to the worn
And keep your laughteer torn

i´m sinking through gates of time
future to past
everlasting dreams
reality to dreams
everlasting time
travelling the beauty of shadowed eyes
into the grace of the stars
through fusion of elements i am

the evanescence of responsibility
sudden outward cease
the deliverance of mindspawn
quantum quiescence
for the paragon of heinousity
insecure inuendo
parsimonious feelings
mindspawn

Is this the day I cross the worlds
of beauty's embrace and darkened dreams?
inherit the fears of beauty's belief!
is this your vision, a timeless story of lunar-fire and memory's stain?
I followed the wide fire in which I believed...
if desperation can burst like silence, why can't I?
uncontrolled is my wrath within a grip of twilight anger,
this one I could drown...

through thousand razorages i carried the mark
of yet another thousand tragedies

we are the chaosdeath warriors
spat from damnation's feverthorndreams
the glorious plague is ours !
...fed by the warslut's travesty

Into the fire! fire... burning so bright is there
a mournful being like mine was before?
eyes shut forever, infesting imagination inside
where serenity fades seraph, into the abyss!
no god will rise above to give forgiveness
to this essence of damnation isn't it art to feel what is life,
to feel the warmth of floodlight in this non-divine cosmos?
I deny, I'm divine, I defy a lie...

Embraced by lengthening shadows I wander
on the ashes of those still ablaze...
into the night and onward to the focus of my heart!
drawn by the stars and their bidden delights
my wings have been scorched again and again,
beneath a slavesun moonlit dreams are nothing but writhing in pain,
aeons of craving for glorious wisdom cascade onto me
as if shattered and speared my dazzled eyes

the god that left, for me
the kingdom of denial
reflects my restless lust
my lust for solitude
into the wisdom of lakes
into the wisdom of clouds
...i like to fall in
for a dying heart

The surface protects
From the darkness of infinity
Saves us from falling
Into this bottomless dome
Knowledge of existence fading
Will lead safely only into states of sanity

Meaningless forms

And my scrolls of earthen pain unfurl,
dripping with woe and scarlet slumber,
hastening to plunge itself into the richest tears of a faceless vagabond,
a heir of golden thorns, spat from the darkness between
and bathing in the undreamt marrow of none
and all what may sharpen these talons more than the fiery streams amidst?
no balm of reddest rapture will ever ease this bittersweet existence
nocturnal lamentation, perpetuate my beloved tragedy!

From worlds beyond worlds within worlds they came,
these thorns, merging into blossoms of agonizing light...
Never to burst into flower, for those who know are the bearers of fury,
so storm through my flaming balls, lord of all pain!
Forever in warfare is the passionate flesh,
yet it colours my darkened path... so silently...
it is in its eyes that I drown as they reflect myriads of sunsets,
Rushing towards a twilight kiss and horizons

bark! we are the tragedians, we mach abreast,
onward to our inmost, forever exploring the heavens to claw at carrion,
to cloth our hearts in thorns and our wounds in robes of salt.
tearful darkness, me! for yours is an inmost of scarlet tears,
and likewise is mine of mournful origin was the herald of the sun,
as its marrow drowned in us, the hordes of pain,
laughing within the flames of a veiled and fevered tale,
but ashore the threshold to our very own tragedies